The Rat Pack - September Song

Текст песни

Dawn’s promising skies
Petals on a pool drifting
Imagine these in one pair of eyes
And this is my beloved
Strange spice from the south
Honey through the comb sifting
Imagine these in one eager mouth
And this is my beloved
And when s/he speaks and when s/he talks to me Music! Mystery!
And when s/he moves And when s/he walks with me Paradise comes suddenly near
All that can stir All that can stun
All that’s for the heart’s lifting
Imagine these in one perfect one
And this is my beloved
And this is my beloved